One little butterfly sat on the flower

            And slowly sucked its nectar all over

          He did not think about the sense of life

          Did not think about this wonderful while

             Look,he flies up to  the sky

             He spreads his wings and you smile

          He enjoys his soft glith and you admire

           No reason for anyone to cry

        He enjoys his life, enjoys an every sun ray

         Hides his lovely wings when comes the rain

         Mother Nature cares after his needs

         And every day he drinks and eats

           Neither for him life is only sweet

            But does not shout either beat

          He has to beget his descendents

          And before the winter his life ends

         He knows and does not cry

          Till the last moment he enjoys his flight

          He does not need thoughts and talks

           And for all that he lives and works

          I would like to be butterfly

           A small,discreet and fly

          High to the skies and tell to all:

     To live you do not need to fight and be in war.